Friday, 29 August 2014

A Tiny Dream

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My dark sky has for me countless bright stars

My dark cloud’s silver line is not that far

Art Thou within me under my dark sheaths?

Be in my heart my Lord my door’s ajar


My parched land thirsts for that shiny life’s light

The eyes are seeing without any sight

Blind leading the blind into that black pit

Let the filthy black hate-words lose their might


We’ll cover the dark sky with astral dream

Let our thoughts join hands and forcefully stream

Thou be our Pilot and steer the ship right

The dark world shall display one tiny gleam



Posted for Björn’s Ruba’i and Rubáyiat @ MTB d’Verse